The secret chants of shredded beauties

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unfolding stories about creatures whose beauty slithers beyond the matter of existence.
One day, a rose falls.
Sometimes it is an angel that rottens away.
Sometimes it is a human soul that withers away.
Demons fall and hidden creatures too.
Journey of shredded gems, Them who die and live.

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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Heaven’s spoiled rose

(An innocent child’s POV):

 

A cute little angel left between my palms a flower that once nested in Heaven’s garden.

How beautiful it was!

With petals that grew from a vivid paint of crimson to a livid speck of obsidian.

Every day, a petal would fall on Earth’s hungry mouth.

 Devoured by the gaping ground, it would be shredded to dancing bits and pieces in such grace that my eyes and stars would sparkle.

Every drop, my heart squeezed tighter but my delight did not shake since I still had my beautiful rose.

Every fall, the tips would grow darker but my joy did not falter since I loved the pretty flower.

Every drop, the little cute angel would be farther away, his wings taking him to the home that once all relished.

His shadow sealed behind him the doors leading to the Heaven that rejected the ugly and sad souls.

My happiness did not perish.

How could it? Why should it?

For my soul still remembered the pretty rose.

How beautiful it was!


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